“Substantial emotional stressors have run interference on the mapping program.”
I laid on a gurney, about to face another one of my injection cycles of TR as a scientist of some sort relayed information to an unhappy looking Matvei, standing to my bedside.
“Repeat in layman’s terms?” Matvei boomed at the man. He gulped and glanced at the other individual in the room, Taisia, who stood with a hand on my shoulder before continuing.
“Well, sir, it seems as if the subject’s, er, um, emotional base, is stronger than anticipated. This is not allowing TR to transfer properly and is prohibiting it from taking hold on the subject’s mind,” he said shakily.
“What do you recommend we do to fix this?” Taisia replied with a bit of anxiousness in her voice.
“As team lead of the project, I recommend a full stop on this subject’s testing. ”
Outwardly I made no show of emotion, but inside I was ecstatic. We had accomplished our goal of sabotaging TR. I glanced at Taisia and recognized a slight smirk appearing on the corner of her mouth. So she felt the same way. Matvei began to pace the room like a tiger ready to pounce.
“ARGH!” he boomed. “Why is it not working on him?”
The scientist was now visibly nervous as he stuttered his rambled response, “Well, uh, the discrepancies would have to be in the athletic capabilities of our test subject. He must be processing information at a more complicated rate than Tabula Rasa can compete with. I mean, our civilian test group has had complete mapping success…”
“Wait, what?” Taisia interrupted.
“Leave us!” Matvei yelled at the scientist angrily. The poor man practically ran out of the room.
“Did he just say civilian test group?” Taisia said seethingly. “Why did I not know about this?”
“Wait, I’m not the only one on this stuff?” I gasped.
“Enough, both of you,” Matvei yelled as he wheeled on us. “We will continue as planned.”
“I will not!” I fired back as I stood up off the gurney. “I would never have agreed to this if I knew you were subjecting others to the pain I have faced.”
“Enough of this, Father. This ends now,” Taisia came over to me and held my arm. She stared at her father and glared at him defiantly.
He faced both of us with a scowl unlike any I had seen on his face before. It was a look of pure unadulterated disgust. He spat on the ground in front of my feet.
“Even with this, he will never love you,” he said to his daughter coldly. “But stopping is no longer an option for him.” He walked toward the door before turning and saying in Russian “черная собака будет продолжать или он умрет.”
Taisia’s face went pale as the door closed behind him.
“Taisia, what’s wrong, what did he say?” I said looking down at her. She let me go and stared at the floor.
“Taisia?”
She looked back up at me sadly. I’m sorry, Alvin, but you will have to continue.
“What, why?” I asked alarmed.
“Because if you don’t, you will die.”